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Our pink hyacinth erupted last week, and its faint scent is making its way through the kitchen. It is comforting to see it every morning, reaching toward the window, mostly because that means I haven't managed to kill it yet. Spring will also be here soon, which is exciting, but I'm trying not to wish my life away so much these days. It will get here when it's good and ready.
Ceramics class was a success last week, but I failed miserably at keeping up with my yoga practice. The weather has been unseasonably warm so I thought we would go for a walk to make up for it, but we're both busy and didn't make time. I'm glad that we both have contract work, but I still wish we had regular jobs like normal people and could put in our forty hours and then enjoy weekends and time after work together. We're still doing a lot of sitting across from each other and working. After class on Friday, I felt like the creativity might be flowing again, but it was just a trickle. Maybe I need to dive into several things at once to get it going again?
This week is the usual deal; cooking, work, meetings, volunteering, class, etc. We need to make some time for chores, all our clothes are dirty and a nice layer of dust has moved in. Excessive practicality might also be a culprit in my lack of creativity. While I can't abandon that altogether, it could probably be ignored sometimes.